"Don't you understand? This is a false world, this war included!"

McCarthy Delin raised his voice.

Letting this war continue is meaningless; they're all crickets in the gladiatorial arena, victory and defeat have no significance.

The Warlord remained unmoved, but the crowd outside could no longer contain themselves.

"Is what you said true?"

"Can you provide evidence?"

If these words had only come out of McCarthy Delin's mouth, they would naturally sneer and assume it was yet another human trick, but Lindong held a high degree of credibility in their minds.

And Ethan.

Someone seemingly more trustworthy than the Warlord.

However, this truth was truly hard to accept.

Everything they experienced, all the battles and struggles, even the creed they followed were false?

The accusations from the crowd ceased as McCarthy Delin raised his right arm; they distinctly saw this human produce a dagger before everyone, letting its sharp blade leave a deep, bone-visible wound on his wrist.

What flowed out was not blood, but some kind of pitch-black substance.

What the wound exposed was not human tissue.

"What does this demonstrate?"

"It shows there's no difference between you and me."

Upon hearing this, the sharp-eared crowd recovered and drew their daggers, mimicking McCarthy Delin's action.

Though the wound was deep, it didn't cause much real pain, the shadow-like black substance surged, what lay beneath their skin didn't seem much different from McCarthy Delin.

"The outcome of this war is meaningless."

Lindong began to twist the blade further, willingly taking the role of shaking the army's morale, "Our presence here indicates one thing."

She once again captured everyone's attention.

This human showed Kaisaros no ounce of respect, even daring to call the Father of War by name.

"Kaisaros had long failed, sealed by humans into another realm, even if you win this war, you cannot change the established history, nor break the seal to bring Him back to this world."

Just moments ago, she discovered something interesting.

Watching faith crumble from firm to shattered seemed particularly delicious.

"Enough!"

A voice overwhelmed by intolerance drowned out all discussion.

A figure clad in armor at the command table slammed the desk, shadows continuously converged towards him.

The swirling darkness behind him coalesced into black wings, as he reached out, a pitch-black longsword tore through the air.

Almost simultaneously, red lightning ripped through the sky, the sunset's afterglow swallowed by clouds, countless fractures spread across the walls, the whole building seemed on the verge of collapsing.

It knew the outcome of letting this conversation continue.

The Father of War doesn't need puppets that broke free from their strings, fortunately, it was here, witnessing everything that was happening, able to stop in time.

"I declare your defeat as your examiner!"

Its voice brimmed with authority, overlapping with some higher-tier existence.

Kane had witnessed such a scene before.

As creations of Kaisaros, they possessed powers equivalent to the Giant Divine Soldiers, high-tier demons; they existed for war.

Things do not always develop as expected, but this too is understandable.

After losing consciousness, Kaisaros needed someone to ensure the world continued running normally, and now, that "administrator" appeared before them.

Its figure floated into the air, gathering clouds obscured the sun, and with eyes filled with rage, it stared down at these betrayers once more.

Betrayers have only one outcome.

It pointed the black sword at Kane and Lindong, the pitch-dark energy enveloping the entire space.

"Things have become tricky."

Kane readied himself for battle, this time unlike before, he too was added to the list for judgment, what's worse was possibly due to being closer to Kaisaros, this Warlord was much stronger than the previous "old housekeeper."

This was an unplanned battle, if possible, he'd prefer to strike unexpectedly.

But now there was no time to complain about Lindong's abrupt provocation.

The black energy contained a destructive force.

Before this familiar power, the crowd had already lost the will to resist.

They were all creations of Kaisaros, the Warlord possessed the power over their life and death.

How could creations of the god possibly resist their god?

The earth-element barrier McCarthy Delin cast was instantly torn to shreds, he was the first puppet to break free from fate, and logically became the Warlord's primary target for purging.

The pitch-black figure had already reached a degree almost undetectable by the naked eye, yet McCarthy Delin's gaze did not linger longer on the approaching figure.

He comprehended the magic of teleportation from the magic net.

This could temporarily help Lindong and Kane leave, but in the face of the enraged Warlord, the teleportation field couldn't be maintained for long, nor could it bring everyone away.

Perhaps, today he was to be buried here.

Yet McCarthy Delin felt no regret.

His eyes focused, the black ebony magic staff in his hand struck the ground, and the black sword swung at him was displaced by the suddenly expanded array, in battles of such caliber, a second's deviation could decide many things.

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